Brandom Hernandez

Terracoin

“No, no! Water. Uhhh, 'aqua'!” Maude stammered out as she attempted to drink from an imaginary glass. If only the imaginary water felt as real as the imaginary weight of the glass her frail arms attempted to hold up, maybe then she would have been able to get her message across to what looked like a pair of farmers. Maybe then her charade would actually resemble drinking, rather than whatever it is her hands were doing in their weakened state.